Call me Pineapples.

 In just a few months I'll embark on the biggest journey of my life so far. I'll be attending Youth With a Mission Destinaton Paradise in Belize. I hope you enjoy my words as I prepare my heart to share the love of Christ around the world. 

When I See This River: a poem

When I See This River: a poem

When I see this river: wavering and wide
Stream that devours who come able and brave
Flowing before me, I stand petrified
Not able not brave; shattered by this vast grave
For my mind, my love, my passion, my soul
Set on fire, dropped in this raging run
My life burns, floats, drowns, far from my control
Thank the river! Broken hearts free, undone
When I see this river: merciful, wise
My mind, my love, my passion, my soul; well, 
I need those not; I lift my voice to rise
That sinking sand contains the old, a hell, 
I let go, from this rill I rise from fear
Unused, sanctified I freely appear 
 

     I am by no means a poet, but God put it on my heart to share what he has been teaching me this past week. But sometimes I have no words, and as I was praying this morning I got an overwhelming desire to write a poem, as I think rhythmic mystery explains God's overwhelming lessons of his love for us all better than anything else. 

 

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